Even with the warm weather these days, I can sense fall settling into place. Looking across the highway I can see leaf tips begin to redden. In the morning the air smells of damp leaves. Sound of crickets in the tall grass. Summer days passing, the evening night quiet and dark, the moon and streetlights a pale yellow, and some of the nighttime breeze smells faintly of October and I miss the long days of summer.

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